My interest in being a naked submissive with a dressed Dom goes back to my childhood. Yes, I know, for many this is a taboo subject. But I’ve been studying human sexuality for the past four years along with sociology (for the past 40 years) and anthropology and have come to the conclusion that everything that affects us as adults started in our childhood. And sexuality isn’t any different.
My education in sex was limited, as were most people’s growing up in the 50’s and 60’s. It amounted to “sex ed” in a segregated girls only class that was nothing more than an advertisement for Kotex. My parents then handed me a book about sex and told me to let them know if I had any questions.. like that was going to happen. The book was pretty generic and hardly answered any of my questions at all and I was sure if the book didn’t or couldn’t, my parents wouldn’t either. The other two things that added to my education about sex were my mother’s Frederick’s of Hollywood catalogs and my father’s Playboy magazines, both displayed in plain sight in the bathroom. That started my life long habit of reading on the pot. And read them I did.
Nudity wasn’t a big deal in my house growing up. Both of my parents walked around nude, none of us own robes (or slippers) and us kids were always running around naked.
My dad routinely took showers with one of us, babes in his arms. Being naked was a normal part of my family life. My parents were beatniks and my mother, with her long blonde hair, spent most of her life in a leopard skin bikini and smoking cigarettes using a long black cigarette holder.
Although the terms were never used in our house, it was quite obvious that my father was a Dominant and my mother was a very docile submissive, which sent mixed signals to me… as the oldest child, and the oldest daughter. I was told to go out and do what I want, be what I want, as long as I was submissive like my mother. I was suppose to look like her too, but that was another thing that was never going to happen.
I think one of the images in those Playboy magazines that I always stayed with me was that the men were always clothed… usually in beautifully tailored suits or tuxedos and the women were always naked. It just seemed natural to me.
So now, as an adult… I am a control freak leader who usually needs to be in charge of projects who is also a sexual submissive with the right man… one that I want to be fully dressed (although I prefer black jeans and a black tee shirt over a suit and tie) while I am blissfully nude.